I remember reading somewhere that a stack of three stones is not an accident. Someone placed them there; it carries some meaning. But I cannot find this in my notes or anyplace else. This particular stack has been here quite some time and has attracted some handsome lichen ornamentation. When I was in high school, I would have said "Lih-chen" because no one had ever said the word around me; I had only read it. No one taught me much natural history. My folks had both grown up in southern Arizona, and didn't know the local plants. I never had any course in any kind of natural history, with the possible of a few things in the crowded "Biology" course in the tenth grade. Which also covered (sort of) reproduction and single-celled animals. I had no idea that people watched birds, or studied wildlife or plants of any kind. I think it was the major flaw in my education. In college, I filled my "science" requirement with a year of chemistry, which was very interesting, but sort of inanimate, compared to wildlife study. Good night, little idol of standing stones. It reminds me of a cartoon badger--standing upright and looking at you.